YOUSEF IN JAIL

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   I was once accused of a crime that I did not commit. They arrested me and put me in jail and it took a while before my innocence was established.

They put handcuffs and leg irons on me and I wished my life were over. The cold steel hurt my skin and dug into my flesh but the pain in my soul was worse. I could not understand how my �righteous� life had led to that moment. 

The cell smelled of human waste and was cold as a tomb. Just before they slammed the door I prayed harder than I had ever prayed in my life. I prayed that I would not have to spend time in jail. But God had other plans�

The night in jail was hell. I huddled close to the wall on a concrete floor and tried to keep my sanity. The world had done me an injustice. I knew God had not done the wrong, but I was mad at Him. He had let it happen and He had not helped me. I felt like He had abandoned me. I said I was done with God and if He did not want me I would not need Him either. As time went by I knew I had nobody to help me except Him. I knew I had no one to turn to except Him. Eventually, I got up made ablution, (as best as I could), and said my prayers. In time, my salat was the only thing to look forward to in that place of misery.

My incarceration was short; however, I developed a special understanding of the story of Yousef in the Quran. The innocent Yousef who was falsely accused of a sin he did not commit. The young Yousef who was imprisoned unjustly yet kept his faith. The Muslim Yousef who accepted the Will of Allah over all things including his own freedom.

I tasted only a fraction of what Yousef went through and I �know� he deserved the rewards he received from Allah (swt).

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aka2x2 Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Male Joined: 12 September 2006 Status: Offline Points: 446	Post Options Post Reply Quote aka2x2 Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 20 September 2007 at 10:13am
	I was once accused of a crime that I did not commit. They arrested me and put me in jail and it took a while before my innocence was established. They put handcuffs and leg irons on me and I wished my life were over. The cold steel hurt my skin and dug into my flesh but the pain in my soul was worse. I could not understand how my �righteous� life had led to that moment. The cell smelled of human waste and was cold as a tomb. Just before they slammed the door I prayed harder than I had ever prayed in my life. I prayed that I would not have to spend time in jail. But God had other plans� The night in jail was hell. I huddled close to the wall on a concrete floor and tried to keep my sanity. The world had done me an injustice. I knew God had not done the wrong, but I was mad at Him. He had let it happen and He had not helped me. I felt like He had abandoned me. I said I was done with God and if He did not want me I would not need Him either. As time went by I knew I had nobody to help me except Him. I knew I had no one to turn to except Him. Eventually, I got up made ablution, (as best as I could), and said my prayers. In time, my salat was the only thing to look forward to in that place of misery. My incarceration was short; however, I developed a special understanding of the story of Yousef in the Quran. The innocent Yousef who was falsely accused of a sin he did not commit. The young Yousef who was imprisoned unjustly yet kept his faith. The Muslim Yousef who accepted the Will of Allah over all things including his own freedom. I tasted only a fraction of what Yousef went through and I �know� he deserved the rewards he received from Allah (swt).
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